To Make You Feel My Love

Misha sighed again, burying her face into her paws. Were pups really that bad? They seemed like a sin to Day, something he would never want Much less have. The female let out a soft sigh, holding back tears. 'Don't cry, blue skies,' she thought to herself, swallowing down her emotions. Her left ear twitched as Day began telling her how lovely puppies were. The small fae sniffled, her nose a bit stuffed. Oh how she despised her seasonal allergies.Misha lifted her head up when Day began to sing, her expression softening. "You were a little sharp there, in the end," She said with a soft smile, blinking. "You have a question?" She asked in a soft, curious voice. "What is it?"